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Jealousy.

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The same knot.

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Alone.

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Last Talk.

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I miss you.

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All alone.

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- So, I asked Rachel to the Debs today. It’s not- not a bid deal or anything. Just thought you should know, and yeah… Just wanted to let you know its not romantic or anything. We are just friends.

- Like we are just friends?

- No, that’s- that’s different.

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- I just want us to be friends.

- Funny. That’s the last thing I want us to be.

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Draco Malfoy.

The Lead Doctor in the Narcological Clinic.

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Marina Kostornaya.

The Prima Ballerina of the Bolshoi Theater.

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I tried so hard.

But then, you have just dissapeared.

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Mission that ends like this every time.

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The long-awaited kiss.

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"I'm here,"— he announced. Everyone stopped talking and looked up at Malfoy. — "I buried her. She's already in the ground. And..." Before he could finish, everyone came up to him and tightly clasped inside the circle. Everyone was able to grab at least a piece of Draco in their arms.

Goodbye, Mother.

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The Wedding.

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Life for Death.

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Draco tilted his head to the side and brought the wand to his neck. Fortunately for him, a drizzling rain began to fall, which cooled his heated skin and could hide the damn tears that flowed down his cheeks, giving him away. Someone who was sorry for his next act. The one who was the last piece of the puzzle - Malfoy saw how the face of his devoted friend changed. How Nott shouted his name and ran to stop him.

Malfoy wasn’t a hero and self-sacrifice wasn’t in his plans.